Since we had a leisurely morning packing up in Tela, managed to get a slooooooow bus to La Ceiba, walked a good distance to the hostel in a roundabout disoriented fashion, it was too late in the afternoon to do anything. Not to mention it began to downpour until dark. Our big excursion of the day was walking to La Ceibaīs very modern megamall to catch a movie, "Una Noche en el Museo" with Ben Stiller, a very welcome treat as we hadnīt seen a good movie in a few months... We felt odd walking around the overpriced glitzy mall, two frumpy backpackers amongst the trendy upper-class Hondurans. We even considered eating at Applebeeīs after the movie, but upon closer inspection it was well out of our budget. The next morning we had grand plans to take a hike to the Zacate Waterfall in Pico Bonito National Park somewhat near the city. Somehow we managed to get the same slooooooow bus that we rode on the day before, and about half an hour later the ayudante told us to get off the bus at a sign for Pico Bonito. Upon closer inspection, it was merely a sign pointing up a gravel road for "The Lodge of Pico Bonito" (upscale resort), not for the park entrance. We asked some locals where the entrance was, and they told us another 1.5 k down the highway. We started walking, but after a while got a ride from a lawyer on her way back to San Pedro Sula, and explained our situation. After she had driven us a few kilometers, she became convinced that we had driven past it and pulled over to ask some old dudes for directions. They directed her back to the same sign where we had started, and I could barely conceal my frustration as we thanked her for her help and got out. Just then, an empty tourist shuttle turned to go up the road to the Lodge so we got a ride with him, not ready to give up and not knowing where else to go. At the Lodge, we confirmed what we already knew: no entrance for the park and a guide would cost $40 to take us on their private network of trails for the afternoon, no gracias. We started to walk back down the road, getting harrassed by security since they hadnīt seen us pass through in the tourist shuttle, then got a ride with some workers in a little pickup back to the highway. Even if we could have found the elusive entrance, it would have been too late in the day to start the hike, so we resigned ourselves to returning to La Ceiba and sat at the bus stop for half an hour. Matt and I have this implicit agreement (for the sanity of the relationship and necessity while traveling) that if one of us is upset or freaking out, the other one will be calm. This time it was my turn to be emotional and depressed about the failed outing, while he thought it was kind of amusing. Since La Ceiba is a city utterly without charm, and we were not determined enough to solve the mystery of the missing park entrance, we decided to get the hell out of there early the next morning to a place we have been dreaming about the whole trip, the Bay Islands. (Nothing worth taking a picture of for this entry, I am sorry to say...)